[Intro – M. Beezy]
Trust me boy
We had [?] on that hanger n***a
Whip out them motherf**ing bangers n***a
We don't shoot birds, boy
We use the index finger n***a
Trust me (M. Beezy!)
Low key, key figure
Flat boat representer
Trust me baby
[Hook – M. Beezy][x2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, Ay!
Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, K!
Hundred pill, thousand pill, serving major ways
Juiceman and Gucci man make the trap ache
[Verse 1 – M. Beezy]
Mr. crack flipper, coke sniffer, graveyard shifter
I keep that clean white for my hook and coke sniffers
Rookies don't like that fishscale because they lock quicker
Christina Aguilera, had you calling me the fixer
Expert, straight dropping, c**aine whipper
Coke drying to slow, call me the order scale mixer
Baking soda and the [?], this the turn and dripper
Move so many bricks they call it Taylor Hanson down at 6's
Quarter Brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay!
27 hard and a whole brick of yay
A couple pounds of purple, couple pounds of Red J
A thousand naked ladies gone in a couple days
[Hook][x2]
[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]
I got a half a key, Imma flip it in these streets
Make my little money just to blow it this week
And I'm riding sixes, I'm a seven [?]
And my sh** convertible so hoes calling me bird
Hoes calling me bird, hoes calling me bird
Before I let her ride I let the ho follow me first
b**h I'm out of sight, I'm balling at the moon
Try to kiss me in the club, Uh-uh, do it in the room
Got a big dick and my money in the bank
If you got a wet mouth I got some money you can make
I'm smoking swisher sweets, and she sitting with a sin
He a little n***a, the chopper will make him flip
The chopper make him flip, the chopper make him flip
This for Tallaha**ee n***a, leave young Khalid in this b**h
I got a half a brick, it's 14 fine
New 4.6 range rove that I drive
[Hook][x2]